After their decisive victory over Orinovo, Lys-Akkaria's army crosses the border to take back territory that used to be theirs. With the combined forces of a lightweaver and shadowforger, Orinovo doesn't stand a chance.
In spite of their newfound a...
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When Fennrin reached Lor-Lyntera, he immediately frowned. There were barricades blocking off access to the gate, and there were many armored people defending it.
Fennrin could count at least a dozen, some of who must have been deserters from the army given that they were wearing the lightforged armor he and Ainreth had made. Others were only equipped with chainmail or not even that.
Fennrin's group counted only six people, including him—a general and four soldiers. But there was hardly need for more when Fennrin was present. Once they were done here, more soldiers were scheduled to arrive to keep peace within the town.
The general—a man named Tyr-Ethas—nudged his horse to move a bit ahead of their group, raising his arm to them to wait. The man so far had seemed too eager to fight the rebels in Fennrin's opinion, but that opinion was entirely irrelevant.
Fennrin was just so relieved to be getting orders. It took a lot of pressure off him. He yearned to only be told what to do and to do it. It made things so much easier for him, and with how stressed he was, anything was helpful in this regard.
"Immediately end your occupation of this town," Tyr-Ethas yelled at the people at the gate once he was close enough. "If you do, your punishment will be much lighter. Refuse, and we will be forced to fight you. You will not win."
Fennrin didn't think it would work, but it was nice that they were at least trying to solve this peacefully. One of the people dressed in chainmail stepped forward, pointing her finger at the general.
"The people here asked for us to be here. To avoid the constant harassment they receive from the likes of you. They don't want us to leave. But they want nothing to do with you."
Fennrin sighed, having expected as much. It would have saved them a lot of trouble if they'd simply surrendered, but Fennrin didn't mind apprehending them.
Before the general could say anything more, though, an arrow flew at him from somewhere up on the city walls. Fennrin threw out his arm, just barely managing to catch the arrow's shadow before it could kill the general, jumping off his horse and letting the arrow fall.
"Deal with whoever just shot at me!" the general barked at Fennrin, furious as he made his horse gallop back to their group. "We'll deal with the ones here."
Fennrin nodded, running into the shadow of a tree. It was late afternoon, and the shadows all around him were blissfully long, and getting larger by the moment.
To get on top of the wall wouldn't be too difficult since it faced east, and the rest of the town was blocking out the sun on large parts of it. But between him and the wall was a field of grass that he would have to run over and not get shot.
Fennrin turned into a shadow as soon as he reached the shade of the tree, an arrow flying through the space he'd been occupying just moments prior.
He didn't let that intimidate him though as he reached the last big of shade he could reach within an instant, turning into his physical form yet again and sprinting to shadow cast by the wall.
